Is your life
So shallow
That all you have
Left to you
Is to comment on mine?
Doesn't your
Own life hold
Enough fascination?
Or are you
Really that
Shallow?
Or really
Just that
Insecure?
The latter
Is more
True
I'm sure…
Though another
Part of me
Wants to
Be more
Hopeful
Your common
Actions
And unimaginative
Pontification
In your girly
Nasal high
Pitched tones,
And I swear
I could see
The light
In the room
Go three shades
Of putrid
Green,
As the world
Turned a foul
Of a place
I'd rather
Not live
In,
Or at the
Very least
Around you
And your
Common kind,
Which really
Is far from Kind,
Isn't it?
When the world
Ask for something
Better, and
Kinder, you
Were the furthest
Person from
Anyone's
Mind except,
Those who might
Want
To disappear into
A sea where no
One would really
Notice…
How common
Your fear,
Was with
Everyone else's
And how
Talking about
Someone else
Took the attention
Off of you.
Cause you were
Asian,
Too skinny,
No boobs
Or hips,
Thin lips,
Lacking everything
That a common
American girl
Was supposed
To have,
So making
Judgments
About me,
Would make
Your own self
Mutilation
A little less
Loud and echoey
Inside your skull,
Where in your
Culture,
You are barely
Noticeable,
Common even.
What I can't
Stand even more
Is that one
Comment is all
It took for you
To drag me
Down to your
Level…
That I gave
Away such
Power to
One such
As you
To turn
Me as common
As you…